Martin Burnham saved his wife

Martin Burnham’s bullet-riddled body was found “covering” his wife. What a hero; apparently he tried to protect her to the last.

According to Lt. Col. Padua, the Scout Ranger Team was using selective sniper tactics to take out terrorists, so the automatic weapons fire that killed Mr. Burnham had to have come from the Sayaff side.

Well, now I’m far less inclined to rush to judgement in condemnation of the military for the deaths, but now that the Abu Sayaff have no hostages, the time to attack is now. Also some input from Soliven, plus some history of the terrorist events in Munich in 1972.

Kablog!

Kablog! Possibly the most bitin article on blogging I’ve ever read. While he does an okay job of defining what a blog is, he doesn’t even link to available blog tools and resources for his readers’ benefit. On the upside, he does mention Lia and the BBox people. (And himself, which by the way is not very good journalistic practice unless it’s your own regular opinion/features column. Hay naku, bahala na siya. Maybe I’m just bitter at not getting linked. Heh heh… ;)

SMS formmail

The SMS form is back, running off a simple formmail script I whipped up so I could learn PHP’s mail function. Feel free to send short, sweet text messages to my cellphone, and if you include the number to your SMS-enabled GSM phone, perhaps I’ll even text you back. Ain’t this internet thing great?

Wild Rhode Island Vacuum-Breathing Beasts

Strange, vivid dream last night:

******* and I became powerful celestial beings, and we went on a grand Solar System tour. As I was showing her the Galilean moons by name, I told her not to land on Europa because we might disturb the life there. Suddenly, we saw strange creatures — sort of like Stephen King’s Langoliers — only with plaid skin, floating around Jupiter’s upper atmosphere. “Look!” I said, “wild vacuum-breathing beasts from Rhode Island! We have to get away!”

“How did they get here from Rhode Island?” ******* asked as we fled, nasty gnashing beasts chasing us away into outer space.

“Earth must have been destroyed,” I said, “We need to get back and see.”

We returned to Earth, but it was still there.

<SUDDEN SCENE CHANGE>

Upon returning, I was put in a medium-security mental institution, where they kept me for ten years. I actually felt the ten years go by in my dream, with much drama and tears. But my room had a TV, carpeted floors, and a soft bed, so I was happy. At the end of it, the warden showed me my status report, and told me I had made amazing progress from the malnourished, raving schizophrenic I had been when I was committed.

I was free to go, but the black steel gates were still tied shut with knotted rubber bands. A pair of rollerbladers glided past outside. As I attempted to undo the knots, a young man with Parkinson’s sat behind me, talking about Jesus. I tried to share the Gospel message with him, but I don’t think he was getting it so I just left him a tract.

I opened the gates, and suddenly woke up, annoyed that I was no longer a powerful celestial being and wondering how floating beasts from Rhode Island could possibly breathe the vacuum of space.

Then I woke up. Yes, it was one of those dreams.

Ediborah Yap

Ediborah Yap, the Filipina nurse who was held hostage along with the Burnhams, was earlier promised release by Sayaff spokesman Abu Sabaya. Instead, they killed her, along with Martin Burnham.

Now, why is nothing being done yet?

Brunching Weblog FAQK

Look! A naked guy painted up like Spider-Man! Naw, I’m just kidding. It’s the Brunching Weblog FAQ(K).

Can I publish a weblog?

You can and you should. Valuable and relevant communication is only possible when you don’t have to put much work into publishing your thoughts. Usenet and talk radio prove this. Thus, many fine programmers are creating ways to get your ideas out there with the barest minimum of effort. Soon you’ll be able to check out your weblog to see what your opinions are without even having to form them.